You just used to be younger and hanging out in forums with other younger people, with brighter and more optimistic outlooks.
Now you’re discovering the Boomer Web, where everyone bitches and whines and despairs and complains.
I had a thought yesterday: it sucks that after you die, you can’t come back. AND that time just keeps flowing for everybody else after you’re gone.
You’re still here. We don’t go anywhere when we die. We return to the soil and become integrated into something new. Our memories fade away, but we’re still the same raw dough we sprang from. And our planet is rich with life. The thing that is you will become a million other things that are someone, in time. And they’ll become a million million other things. And on and on, into eternity.
Why do some people feel the need to make it as shitty as possible for others?
You just used to be younger and hanging out in forums with other younger people, with brighter and more optimistic outlooks.
Now you’re discovering the Boomer Web, where everyone bitches and whines and despairs and complains.
You’re still here. We don’t go anywhere when we die. We return to the soil and become integrated into something new. Our memories fade away, but we’re still the same raw dough we sprang from. And our planet is rich with life. The thing that is you will become a million other things that are someone, in time. And they’ll become a million million other things. And on and on, into eternity.
Brain chemicals, mostly.